As One

Reunion

As George opened the door in front of her, stepping into the entryway of the flat, Lila took in the warm oak floors and subtle greens of the apartment, following in behind him. The flat smelled of cinnamon and faintly of smoke, no doubt a result of some half-baked home experiment. She breathed in deeply, marveling how much it felt exactly like the twins.

"Fred! I know you're still awake, you'll never guess who I ran into in front of the shop this late at night!" George called into the flat as he shrugged off his coat and hung it on the coat hook.

"Don't tell me it was that Beauxbatons girl again! She's absolutely obsess--" Fred rounded the corner into the entryway, looking like he was fresh out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and a toothbrush in his mouth. He abruptly cut off as he saw Lila, moving a hand to the towel at his waist to hold it closed more securely.

"Lila Moorehelm?" He looked her over and made a mental note of approval, looking over to George who had his eyebrows raised suggestively.

"Lila Moorehelm." George nodded, his expression purely conspiratorial.

"Fred Weasley, what are you doing with a Beauxbatons girl, you cad! You're too bloody old for that nonsense." Lila exclaimed jokingly, giving him a pointed glare before breaking into a grin. She couldn't explain how good it felt to be interacting with the two of them again, "You might want to go put some clothes on, now that you know it's me."

"Former Beauxbatons girl, have a little heart."

"Ha! Barely." George interjected with a sharp laugh and Fred shot him a glare.

"Well you haven't room to laugh!" Fred said to George accusatorily before sliding his gaze to Lila, "Besides, Lila, with the state you're in I'm surprised you're so concerned with how I'm dressed." 

He smirked with heavy lidded eyes, looking over Lila's waterlogged clothing, making her knees weak as she was reminded yet again of her state.

She stammered for a response, shooting back at him, "Have a laugh at me then, why don't you! At least I don't have toothpaste on my face." 

George snickered and Fred reached up to touch his face, feeling a rather large bit of toothpaste beside his mouth. "Oh alright, I'll get presentable." 

As he ducked back down the hallway he came from, George called down behind him, "See if we have anything Lila can wear while you're down there, we don't want her to catch a cold!" 

George looked at her with a charming grin, "Right then, make yourself at home. Take a load off. Have a seat. Fred'll probably be a bit, the preener he is. I'll put the tea on."

Lila made her way into the living room, watching as George wandered into the kitchen. The two of them had really grown up nicely, and she found herself biting her lip as she studied his leanly muscled shoulders and back through his shirt as he made the tea. If George's backside looked this good, and Fred's front looked as good as he just had in that towel...she shivered slightly thinking about the lines of their bodies.

"George was right, you do need new clothes. You're shivering, poor thing." Lila's head snapped to find a freshly dressed Fred leaned against the wall, looking at her knowingly with a lopsided smug smile, "Luckily, I found something I think will work for you."

She caught the bundle of clothes as he tossed them to her, unfolding them to see a tee shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, "Fred, honestly! Underwear?" She balked.

"What? If I gave you a pair of our pants you'd be tripping all over them." He feigned innocence, smug smile getting wider.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, resigning herself to the fact that it would still likely be better than her near-see through soaked clothes, "Yeah, alright. Where's your bathroom?"